Linda's Poem

Wonderful poem by Linda Paquette."Faces framed in oval maple creep up the stairway wall. A cobweb sweeps across black lace lightened by countless tiny buttons and gold encircled cameos. Haunting eyes and somber mouths, stoic grins. wide brimmed hats, and flopy white bows. Who is that little boy clinging to a pleated skirt? An old man supports his life with a whittled cane and a ruffled child on the other. She looks beyond the camera, through the dusty layers and down at me. Generations of my family glassed in, trapped, protected, guard this house while we are gone. If I brush away the dust, will I find out who I am?" Glass pieces tumble out of his hand.